Rose Brightflame™

The Journey thoughts and views and personal opinions of Rose

As promised a longer post! 

Sometimes the consistency of stupidity, offerings to false idols, even the injustice of being forced to listen to bullshit, can actually improve your day.

I have come to this conclusion with due care and diligence. Evaluation of the situations that have evolved in recent days, bringing with it its own set of challenges. But the overall conjunction of facts lead me to believe this to be true. Without doubt or hesitation, coercion or payment, I Rose Brightflame™ state this fact to be one hundred percent true. 

” You can’t fix stupid” as Ron white says, “there isn’t a pill or a potion, you can take that fixes stupid! 

What can and most probably will surprise you, is when people you thought are smarter than they turn out to be, and moreover, when they set out to prove how ridiculously stupid they really are, the new depth of dumbness will horrify you to the point of distraction.   
Take an obvious statement.  ” your boobs are too big” now lets add to this fair comment ”  we prefer you to be at least human”  Now lets sink the depth of stupidity, ” can’t you wear normal ones just for tonight?”  And if you think that is stupid, lets add insults to the statement. “like normal humans do” 

So from a semi back handed compliment albeit, not perhaps everyone’s idea of a compliment! To utter stupidity in three steps. And with that comes the realization that this person is a moron.
However, not to be outdone in the grand scheme of things, this dude actually compounds the error. By effectively saying ” you have to be 99 %human to attend, but the bigger and holder your breasts are the better we like it”  and when you stop chuckling, you might want to seriously think this one out! Because what the sexist cretin actually says is ” be human, wear nothing, let me oggle and make whatever demands I want,  you can come in.” 
Still, I see reasons to smile. And if you want to know which limp sucked whitevschool boy who by the way pretended to be a black thick dicked thug type gangsteroonie! Had the nerve to highlight himself in this part of the post! Ask…..I won’t name him here, until he is stupid enough to face me in person, and the words”! cold day in hell ”  fit! 
And the reason I am smiling not ranting? 

 Because my Owl, stood by me, shoulder to shoulder, as we told the little man to get stuffed. In the end, discrimination is just that. And we spent the rest of that night, dancing at stocking tops, a fun evening was had and not one person questioned our boobs or hooves! 

Sadly I have to report that Linda has closed stockingtops, due to her real life going nuts. And I have to say we whole heartedly support the choice to close, rather than to struggle on. Of  course this means that there will be a need to open a new club for those like us that enjoyed the finer things in life! But such is life. We wish Linda every success in her future.
Favour of topics, the seventeen of march. Brings many parties to a head! Not least of which the greatest of all parties! World wide, grid wide, parties! St Patrick, who was by the was english! Gets a serious mention. Clover drawn in luminous green beer, shamrocks a plenty. And leprachauns! So, now you know why every Irish man is either pissed or pissed off. Either too much or not enough beer! 

May the luck of the Irish dawn on you all. Love and sparkles Rose xx 


okok its been a while! lets catch up…

We have been  busy !BLACK CRANIUM MC 16.9 black

The MC  grows  from  strength to strength.  The MC  has been distancing itself from other lesser dance clubs,  and  building on  current strengths.


Bandits  everywhere!!.. So Mistress has  had a hankering to  sail  larger boats  for a while, and after some  demo  testing   She and I have  settled on  the  “55”  from  Dutch harbour.



I  know its not a   massive post,

 but  . i`m  still  trying to put together the  rest of the   events.

 love and sparkles rose x


There comes a time in everybody’s life, when you sit still and take stock of who and what you are. This week has been a roller coaster, of emotions, of feelings, both crushed and elated. One of the many highlights was finally passing the last task and being voted in as a patched member of the Billionaires Club MC.


Add to this definace and love, and of course a topless cruise! and you have a true roller coaster of a weekend.


Bianca’s home from her skiing trip with no bones broken and a smile on her face, and we all can breathe easier now, that we know she wasn’t involved in the avalanches!


a New bike enters the BF stable the Black Pheonix from Q`s bikes. now a rarity I am told! This one is faster sleeker, goes round corners instead of trying to hop over them. holds the damn track a lot better and looks FOOKING cool! Paint by BRACE!


NOW let`s talk WIVES! BRACE has also patched in as a Full member of the BC MC. And petal has really put the cat in the chicken coup, and beaten the prez`s time on the home track .. I am SO proud of my wives!!!


So  until next   update,  Ride safe  Ride Free



Love and sparkles Rose Brightflame ™



So, yes its true, I’ve been up to my neck in mischief ! and yes it`s also true that things have changed a fair bit in the last few weeks. Between ill health, ( yes I`m still plagued with nosebleeds and migraines and hospital appointments to try and work out why!) and the way so is playing up lately, I`ve been busy.

Let`s see, “WE” joined a Motorcycle club, as prospects. And everything was doing well, right up to the first” ride out.” A fifty script, limit discriminated against us from riding, and a member that can`t ride isn`t a member. Now, while I agree that lowering scripts as much as possible resolves lag. there I a limit to the amount of surgery to my av I am willing to do. I tested this theory the other day, and my belt and collar and head alone is Fifty-two scripts. EVEN with the removal of all the peircings. So a, I can`t ride, and b, I`m not prepaired to do that to my scripts anyway.

So we were pretty gutted, the high of getting in as opposed to the rule that wasn’t mentioned on applying, really soured the day. YOU know us, we never like to stay down. With this in mind, we went looking and found a club, that is more in tune with our desires needs and attitudes. The Billionaires MC, is a Club that better represents US, they don’t mind the boobs, they don`t mind the scripts, as long as we keep it under one hundred ( ish), and they don’t mind the fact that we are together, Brace and me and Petal comes as a package deal!.


So we are prospects of the BC MC. NEXT update!

Dancing ! Brace  suggested a dance  on the RMS Titanic,  with   Klew and addy

and  a  good time was had  by all! But as ever  work  never stops,  and   back in the  Club house,  I  started  to  refine the  Bobber  ready for a long ride out.


Sailing !

A new boat to  our  group  the Sweetpea  from  Dutch harbor, a   nice  little   romantic  boat,  with a LOT of  options!.  and its one that Mistress likes,  and  took me sailing in !


We  even  took them both at   the same  time !


what a   good way to  end a post!..  see you soon   love and sparkles  Rose x



introducing Teagan !



Ok o k  sorry  i  have  not been around   here for a bit,  but  some things  took preference  and   i`ll TRY to  do a post on them  in the not  to  distance future   love and stuff Rose , x

Reflections ….

​There comes a time in every slaves life, when you need time to reflect.  To consolidate the emotional truth of your existence. Yesterday was such a time for me. As you should all by now be aware, my owner,owns me on and offline. Yesterday brought home the truth of that ownership. In ways that are still difficult to word correctly, even for an intellectual poet.

Love and lust, poured in equal measure into a mixing bowl of family, is perhaps the most dangerous recipe. When others have jealousy, or agendas of their own to fulfil.  The rate of the mix determines the consistency of the concrete foundation. In our case, that foundation once laid and poured with tender care, has proven itself yo be strong enough to withstand any wave that threatens to crash against us.

There are times,and circumstances that may yet prove to be trying at best, but in the cold light of yesterday, I cannot think of a single obstacle that could damage the foundation that we have laid. And it is not free of those that were determined to attempt such wrecking ball behaviour. Each attempt merely shored up the foundation, strengthening the bond we share. 

Many might not comprehend the nature of our bond. Though they may have heard the terms we use in chat, and misread the meaning as romantic terms of endearment. Owl, is one such term. Owner,Wife, Lover, not a common term. The collar about my neck, seen by some as jewellery, repeatedly mistaken for a wardobe addition. Represents so much more  in real time as it does online, and online or offline, i have never been more than an hour without  it being in place.  I said once or twice before ” this is the last collar I will wear”  and I meant every word. Each time an obstacle crops up, my collar proves to me that such words are not misplaced.

It is, as you may understand it, a symbol, both of ownership, and love. But it also represents strength, balance and trust. And trust works both ways. I try to equalise the love, to vocalise the nature of it.  But it is not an easy topic to equate. Without frames of reference to each of you that would allow you the information duly connected to our relationship, the truth of that relationship is mistaken for love and romance. While  I will admit to being in love with my owner, as She is undoubtedly in love with me, the  relationship is indeed far deeper.

Outwardly the confusion starts at my profile. Everyone see’s the nature of the love we share openly, the references to wife, spring easily from our lips, as we are handfast wedded, in the eyes of gia. But if that is so, why does my profile not say brace, where our actually says paulinia? The answer to this is simple,  we (me and brace)  are partnered and wedded, to paulinia brightflame, and second life doesn’t currently make allowances for poly marriages.

But the more observing of you will note,  that I spent an awful long time, defining my love, our love,  between me and my owner. And not mentioning my slave wife. Hitherto noted as petal. The reasoning was and is,  that my contemplation begins with Brace,  and it is true that most of the balance that keeps my mental stability equalised, starts with Brace. However! This does not in any way change the fact of nature, of poured love and trust, of petal. Moreover the reasoning lends itself weight because of the responsibility, due to owning petal. And once that simple truth is swallowed, digested, and understood. The rest of the balance is revealed. 

You see, as much as Brace is my balance,  my guidance, or is petal that anchors my desire, my needs, and indeed she anchors our lives with an ability, agility and softness, that brings its plan light to our lives. I cannot refute, the obvious truth, that petal is not with us as much as she deserves, or as much as she would desire. But even that is not true.  Because whilst May not be online as much as she would wish,  she is featured in every choice, every debate, every single thing we do in world. And she is never more than a moment away when considering each possibility. 

Love knows no bounds, and petal is loved and cherished with every once of that same love and lust cement that Brace is treated to. We three, are triumvirate, one storm, washing over the influence, intolerance, and misinformed. And together, our relationship is strengthened by the truth of that fact. I would give myself for petal’s happiness in a heartbeat, just as I would first Brace. Both sides of the dominance and submission are balanced by this truth.  And the rewards are astronomical. 

Working in conjunction with two wonderful women, is not easy. However, as most of you know even that simple statement, doesn’t truly reflect the walls, which we climb to overcome, the very nature of our relationship.  For example, let’s talk about language.  I am from northern Ireland. This means that English is not my first language. In fact it’s not even my third.  Learning Gaelic for Ireland, Wales and some Scottish, prior to learning English, means that I have a slightly more difficult time getting words to fit the meanings sometimes.  Now add to this,  challenge the fact that, the untied states of trump in its earliest incarnation, royally screwed a perfectly servicable language” English”  and dubbed it American. In doing so, loosing letters, changing vowels, sometimes erasing entire words, makes for difficulties in translation. Add to that , Brace is from below the mason and Dixie line, making her accented version of “AMERICAN”  more paletable!  Thankfully, Brace is well educated,  and this gives her team and home advantage.  But those amongst you know I love a challenge!  So when I recall there’s final part of this jigsaw, you can all take time to understand the complexity of the challenge. 

You see my darlings, petal is french. And whilst no one can be held accountable for the land of their birth. The translations are beyond the pale of normal schemes. As I will say, google translate gets a fair work out! Especially when petal is tired! Or I am, Brace seems to speak this dreaded french, so maybe it’s time I learned a new language better.  Together we are one. For all the bad translations,  we have a common truth. Trusted bonds, that are solid, built in, trust, in love, in truth, in respect. And forged in the smiths cruicible of desire.  we can and will overcome anything placed against us, because  we have that truth, that balance already poured into the mixing bowl of our lives. 

As Reflecting on the nature of our relationships go, I think we have accomplished many things, others may not get, understand,  or even contemplate. What a Do We Do Together! And I love them both, with equal admiration, respect,  and a fairbit of lusty desire! 

Till next time,  stay safe, love and sparkles Rose xxx 

Happy Imbolc.

​As the clocks advance part the first day of February, and imbolc is declared. We praise the fire that burns. The flames that purge the past, and welcome the warmth that the flames bring. Our ways are not for all, and yet for all we make allowances and give thanks for the hope that wisdom will return to all as we share it. This is how we praise Her. 
In the past I have forged alliances, steel and strong and true. To hold the truth of the flame burning bright.  We held family and friends in the same esteem, and cared for each as they needed to be cared for. Given that each life is a life of its own. We can but guide where the goddess requires no more.
And so it comes to pass that as a year turns,we rebirth such traditions as befitting our past. To honour her wisdom and care, we find that most are willing to listen, though we do not force anyone to hear this truth. We simply allow the truth to show its self, through the common sense and obvious words of the truth itself. As such, some will gall aside, as we continue to grow. Some will not take the truth as offered, and listen instead to the propaganda and hearsay of those that follow their own path. 
We learned long ago that we cannot help or indeed save everyone that ignores the words. And some will fall aside, others will listen and become a part of us. This is natural growth, given the complexity of the world in which we inhabit. Whilst we would dearly love to save all, we are not naive enough to think it is possible to do so. 

What we can do, however, is to pray for the wisdom to know the difference. To meditate on the very nature of those that we encounter. And to help where we can. To guide, to simply be the shoulder to lean on when the world at large, gets too much for our friends. And friends and family remain so as long as they wish. This is the way we adopted, after the burning times. 

So then it is with the greatest of pleasure, and the honour it requires, that I say to you each and every one. Happy imbolc, let Her love find your hearts and hold you steady and true, as we enter a new spring. Love and sparkles Rose Brighflame™

Moving On,

Some things have come to light, that have shocked, upset and saddened me, in that order. In short I felt and still feel that the offenders, should have at least had enough respect to say “so long and thanks for the fish,” but perhaps I think too highly of them, perhaps they are simply afraid of the argument that they “think” might occur when they tell me that they have returned to their former home? But whatever the reason, it shocked me to see they had left, without even saying good bye. It has upset me because I thought we were closer as friends, close enough to share the truth, and more importantly to share open honesty, To have that served up and thrown back at you with silence, It is a bitter pill to stomach. And yes it saddens me to think that there are still people in this world who would abuse kindness, and genuine friendship in this way.

With all things we endure, we learn we move on.

Moving on, may sometimes appear to be moving backwards, but the truth of that is that once you learn a thing you can`t unlearn it, so you must never move back, always forwards, even if that is with the same people that you left behind you, in a new adventure.

We do not judge this action for it is part of life, part of the cosmos`s plan over which we have no control what so ever. ” I put more value in how you treat those around you than the words you speak.” It is a noble way to look at the world, and indeed the people in that world. And a good way to judge the depth of their morals and commitment, of course, this also implies you need to rethink how you are watched, how you are learned from and the actions you take?, how you treat those around you, These are also worth more than the words you do or do not speak .

However, it is time to move on ..


Today is  Imbloc,  the  first day  of spring, a rebirth of the land and the people within it. in that spirit I say ” No matter if  i have unfriended you,  no matter if you have, run away and hid in a corner,  or  simply,  we do not speak,   blessed Be   and  Sé do bheatha, St Brighid”

Monday milestone! 

​As milestones go, this week has broken a few molds.  Second life sailing has always required a system sized body.  Which means that we had to downsize, from our natural state of ten feet tall, down to system sized avi’s. 

Well! Not any more!  

It came to me whilst yet sailing the eagle one if ZZ bottoms cybersculpted schooners, that the only thing that stops us, is size. And size is one thing we know an awful lot about. Skip down a path with me, and research the possibilities.  So first step, was to, sail from the cove, to the topless cruise site for last Monday in a ten, with the eagle. The main problem with the eagle is she is prim heavy, 249 li to be more exact! 

So,  after sailing halfway round the sl waterways,  and learning a I go! I now know, a few tricks about sailing in a larger body than I did when I started! You may be forgiven for thinking, it’s a simple thing to scale up.  But the truth is, between camera angles, height adjustment, and lets not forget th a obligatory smack in the head with beem. There’s a lot to counter. 

Then it hit me, literally. If only the cirya (from Craig ktabas stable) was bigger! So with that said the search began.  Knowing now that I can do this and armed with the idea and a pen and paper,  I started to go through the possible options. Finally falling on the Vanya. A j  class vessel, partially mesh, lower prim count, and better sailing. 

To prove the point, me and my owl, took the vanya, round the island. Cruising the topless cruise, naked! In a ten…..

Now that is a milestone to be proud of!   

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